Monday, November 03, 2008

Eyes Dry








With my eyes dry I cry silently
With pressure amounting on my chest
The air pushed out of my lungs

Consciously I’m over this, consciously I’m done with you
And still, I cry silently

Restless sleep, frantic dreams
Waking with feelings of fear

Screams inside get louder
As breathing becomes harder and my heart gets heavier

I don’t cry, because consciously I just don’t want to
But silently and with eyes dry, I do
With pressure amounting on my chest, and the air pushed out of my lungs, I cry silently for you…

1 comment:

nothinginparticular said...

ooh sweetheart. If you want to cry just let it out.

I'll be here, mumbling 'what a fucker' and polishing my ninja stars.

Love you . x.